Collaboration With Girl2Fine2
It wasn't odd for Smack to be making rounds around the training area of the facility, because it was basically the only thing she ever did. Whenever she trained it kept her busy, and being busy meant her mind was also busy, and when her mind was busy it meant she didn't have to think about how caged she felt.
Take in a deep breath she decided that she would get a few punches in at the punching bags while waiting for some trainee or two that might come to her for some assistants. At this point she was training ten to twenty trainees a day, at this point it was her daily routine and also her job given to her basically by the ring leaders of the Mutant Project. Of course when she trained other it was just making herself strong, which she enjoyed.
With a deep breath in her lungs she brought her left fist back then punched the bag at full force, then her right hand, left hand, and right again until it became a smooth pattern of rhythmic hits.
Lacey was not amused by her predicament. In fact, she was still infuriated, an entire week later, and she made damn sure that anyone who was near was aware of it. She would consistently slam the bottom of her foot against the steel door to her...room, knowing that the guards in the hall could hear. She would let out loud, exaggerated breaths. She would flip off the camera that seemed to always be watching her in the left corner of the steel colored room. And she damn sure would snap at whoever came in the room, even going so far as to try to run past the man and woman that brought her first meal for the day. It didn't work and left her with a still stinging cheek from the sharp backhand the guard served her, but she knew she was getting under somebody's skin. Even if it meant she wasn't getting out any time soon, she was doing something.
"I'm boooooored," she yelled through the open rectangular space that sat high upon the steel door. She didn't know whether to call the room she resided in a cell or an actual room, but at least she had a bed and not a cot. Lacey probably would have went off it was the latter. She knew one of the guards, Vincent, probably rolled his eyes at her exclamation and she trudged closer to the door, banging her fists against it in a lackluster fashion. "Come on, already! Let me out! Train me or something, or is your job really as boring as standing outside of a door because if that's the case then you're more pathetic than I - "
There was an sharp click to the lock and Lacey flinched at the sound, taking only a step back as it swung open to reveal the six-foot-three frame of the guard she spent her every waking second antagonizing, his dark gaze fixed on her face. She met his stare, unimpressed. A beat later, and the large gun he seemed to always carry flicked outward and Lacey stuck her hands out, grinding her teeth in irritation at the sound of metal clinking and the way the cold handcuffs seemed to be tighter around her tiny wrists. "Asshole," she muttered in discontent and he only shoved her forward. Soon, they were on the same journey they went on every day to the training facility.
Once a small part of Lacey's steam had left her (and it literally was only a day because there was only so much of a temper tantrum she could throw until there was no other way to destroy the practically bare prison she was given), two guards had snatched her up and thrown her into the training facility. Naturally, because Smack - and she was still trying to figure out how anyone would think to name another being that, of all things - could probably break her with a pinky and her eyes closed, Lacey returned to her cell extremely sore. However, she was entreated to return every day as a part of some "recruitment" as some of the others had said. It was stupid and if Lacey didn't already want to be stronger, she would have tried rebelling. But it was hard to rebel when even the geek who looked like a string of spaghetti could lift you like you were a grain of sand. So, she dealt with it and with Smack, who was scary as hell, yeah, but equally...interesting. And not entirely bad. At least, that's what Lacey liked to tell herself.
When she entered the room, Smack was already beating her soul into a poor, defenseless bag and Lacey tried not to grimace at, well, the sheer brutality of it. There was grace, yes, and something smooth, easy even about the way Smack moved. But she was deadly, that much Lacey was constantly reminded of. She didn't say anything at first, simply raising her wrists so that she could be released from her captivity. Vincent only glared once at her before heading for the door and Lacey made sure to flip him off. Finally, she turned her attention back to Smack, licked her lips dryly, and took a few more careful steps into the room. "So, is this gonna be the part where you have me flat on my back again or...?"
Aw, Lacey came a fake sympathetic sigh in Smack's mind. Lacey wasn't the strongest trainee under Smack's watch, but she certainly had potential and tried harder than most did. Normally the fiery fighter couldn't stand anyone she taught, mainly because they never actually tried, they more or less just threw a punch here and a kick there. On the other hand Lacey actually did attempt to fight Smack and for the most part surprisingly held her own... kind of. Smack couldn't contain her laugh at Lacey's remark.
"You're tougher than you think, one day you'll have me pinned to the floor... but today is probably not that day." Her chuckle grew in size as she let her hands fall to her sides. Walking over to the girl she gave a smile, which came off more sadistic than she meant to. "I have years of training unlike you, so of course I'm going to be a tad bit stronger." Smack brought her hand up and placed it on Lacey's shoulder in an attempt to be somewhat less menacing. "It's no secret you hate this place," scuffing she removed her hand from the girls shoulder and rolled her eyes playfully, "oh gosh all your loud groans and pestering kicking on your door. I hope you're aware that half the staff wants you dead and I'm the main reason they're keeping you alive."
Ending her last sentence she knew it was time to get to work, even though she wouldn't have minded talking a bit longer. Smack knew how important it was to train this girl well and that is what she planned on doing. "Instead of me beating your ass today how about we just work out? No point of fighting if you have no muscle to back it up." Smack walked over to the weights waiting for the other girl to follow.
As soon as Lacey heard Smack's laughter, she glowered at the taller female. Some of the other mutants thought the sound could be pretty menacing, especially when Smack gave them a smirk afterwards. It usually spelled trouble for one of them, particularly one of the hot shots who thought that today was the day they were going to actually land a blow on one of the Mutant Project's strongest weapons. They were always wrong and Smack had that same damn laugh. Luckily for Lacey, she didn't mind that sound too much. Cocky much, she thought grumpily when Smack confirmed her weakness. Not that Lacey needed to be reminded of that, she wanted to intone petulantly. She still had the healing bruises to prove it.
Still, Smack wasn't being as mean as her countenance had made her seem only a few moments prior and while the hand on her shoulder wasn't exactly comforting, it was enough to make Lacey only cast her a weary look instead of a biting remark. Luckily, Smack was moving away soon after, and so was her hand, and Lacey shifted on her feet uncomfortably. She could still feel the cool imprint of Smack's touch on her practically bare shoulder. However, she didn't have time to concern herself with body contact because another sound of amusement seemed to escape the "super soldier" as she reminded Lacey of how obvious her distaste of the facility was. It didn't make the hacker feel inclined to feel guilty for her actions. In fact, it made her smirk lightly but Smack's back was to her by that point. She was pissing everyone off. Good.
Once Smack started moving away, Lacey waited a minute before following, knowing there was no point in not going along with what Smack said to do. It was either that or being dragged back to the same four walls from before, and she definitely didn't want that. "Sure," she intoned wearily, eyeing the various equipment in the room idly. She offered the taller woman a forced cheery smile while inquiring sarcastically, "And what would you have me do first? Cough up a lung? Oooh, break my arms!?" Neither of those things sounded good in any way, but it definitely was how she felt every time she worked out with Smack and she didn't doubt that this session would leave her feeling the exact same way.
"If you don't stop whining I'll break your arms instead of the weights." Of course the intimidating brute wouldn't do such a thing without reason, and so far she didn't have one. "Working out is fun, exercising has the same chemical effects as sex." Her statement was more of a guess than a fact, but the sureness in her voice didn't let that have a chance to show.
Glancing over at Lacey, Smack quickly picked up a dumbbell and lightly threw it in her direction while making sure not to actually hit her with it. "Gosh, pick up your pace girl. With this lack of enthusiasm the directors will never let you live another week." Even though the statement was entirely true she made it sound almost as a joke, mainly because she wouldn't allow the girl to be killed. Smack didn't necessarily care an awfully big amount about the sack of potatoes she was basically trying to train, but she did care a lot about The Humanly. They may have been her enemy, though she had a deep regard for them because her old friend had.
"What I just threw at you is called a dumbbell, eh makes me kind of think of you, dumb and beautiful," after making the simple joke Smack grimaced at how horribly she had delivered it "ugh ignore what I just said. Anyways, that one ways twenty pounds. Get another one, that way you have one for both hands. Do five reps of fifty for both arms." As she spoke to Lacey, Smack picked up dumbbells for herself; both were fifty pounds and she began her own reps.
Lacey offered nothing more than a half-hearted glare in Smack's direction, but knew better than to not believe the threat. Smack hadn't done her any real harm since her capture, but that didn't mean she couldn't. She was just getting closer to the brunette when her comment on the similarity between sex and exercising, and Lacey almost guffawed, eyes near comically wide and mouth dropping open for a second because, wait - did Smack just try to make a joke? And two, she couldn't even find it in her to refute the statement because well, she had never had sex and exercise was a rare thing for a chick who spent the majority of her time in front of a computer. Still, Smack's confidence in her statement made Lacey more curious about the brunette than she actually wanted to be.
Smack still intrigued Lacey, despite the way her seeming coldness threw the hacker off initially. There was this ostensible dichotomy between the rumors surrounding Smack and her involvement with the Mutant Project, and how she acted when she was training Lacey. Was she intimidating? Of course, especially when she threw a dumbbell in Lacey's direction. And yes, of course Lacey knew what a dumb bell was. Not that dumb, she wanted to say, but it didn't come out. Was Smack also cold? Lacey didn't doubt it. Dangerous? Of course. But was she...evil? That much Lacey couldn't tell.
So caught up in her musings, Lacey was absolutely caught off guard by Smack's comment about the dumbbell...which also happened to be a compliment? Whether or not she chose for it to happen didn't matter for immediately after, Lacey's eyes widened even more and heat rushed to her cheeks, causing the diminutive brunette to tinker with the weight in her hands idly. Its slight heaviness and Smack's demand didn't make Lacey move immediately. It made her miss the outside world. The café she faithfully ordered a caramel mocha latte from every day because she would help the owner's daughter with homework. The skateboarders who decided to bounce off her van for the hell of it. Levi, Barbie, Enoch, Chelsea, Aslaugh - her freedom. She missed it all and it made her want to throw the stupid dumbbell to the ground. But Smack began her reps and Lacey sighed, walking over to get her second weight and beginning her reps as well. She had to play along with this for now. At least, until she found a way to get out.
It wasn't odd for Smack to be making rounds around the training area of the facility, because it was basically the only thing she ever did. Whenever she trained it kept her busy, and being busy meant her mind was also busy, and when her mind was busy it meant she didn't have to think about how caged she felt.
Take in a deep breath she decided that she would get a few punches in at the punching bags while waiting for some trainee or two that might come to her for some assistants. At this point she was training ten to twenty trainees a day, at this point it was her daily routine and also her job given to her basically by the ring leaders of the Mutant Project. Of course when she trained other it was just making herself strong, which she enjoyed.
With a deep breath in her lungs she brought her left fist back then punched the bag at full force, then her right hand, left hand, and right again until it became a smooth pattern of rhythmic hits.
Lacey was not amused by her predicament. In fact, she was still infuriated, an entire week later, and she made damn sure that anyone who was near was aware of it. She would consistently slam the bottom of her foot against the steel door to her...room, knowing that the guards in the hall could hear. She would let out loud, exaggerated breaths. She would flip off the camera that seemed to always be watching her in the left corner of the steel colored room. And she damn sure would snap at whoever came in the room, even going so far as to try to run past the man and woman that brought her first meal for the day. It didn't work and left her with a still stinging cheek from the sharp backhand the guard served her, but she knew she was getting under somebody's skin. Even if it meant she wasn't getting out any time soon, she was doing something.
"I'm boooooored," she yelled through the open rectangular space that sat high upon the steel door. She didn't know whether to call the room she resided in a cell or an actual room, but at least she had a bed and not a cot. Lacey probably would have went off it was the latter. She knew one of the guards, Vincent, probably rolled his eyes at her exclamation and she trudged closer to the door, banging her fists against it in a lackluster fashion. "Come on, already! Let me out! Train me or something, or is your job really as boring as standing outside of a door because if that's the case then you're more pathetic than I - "
There was an sharp click to the lock and Lacey flinched at the sound, taking only a step back as it swung open to reveal the six-foot-three frame of the guard she spent her every waking second antagonizing, his dark gaze fixed on her face. She met his stare, unimpressed. A beat later, and the large gun he seemed to always carry flicked outward and Lacey stuck her hands out, grinding her teeth in irritation at the sound of metal clinking and the way the cold handcuffs seemed to be tighter around her tiny wrists. "Asshole," she muttered in discontent and he only shoved her forward. Soon, they were on the same journey they went on every day to the training facility.
Once a small part of Lacey's steam had left her (and it literally was only a day because there was only so much of a temper tantrum she could throw until there was no other way to destroy the practically bare prison she was given), two guards had snatched her up and thrown her into the training facility. Naturally, because Smack - and she was still trying to figure out how anyone would think to name another being that, of all things - could probably break her with a pinky and her eyes closed, Lacey returned to her cell extremely sore. However, she was entreated to return every day as a part of some "recruitment" as some of the others had said. It was stupid and if Lacey didn't already want to be stronger, she would have tried rebelling. But it was hard to rebel when even the geek who looked like a string of spaghetti could lift you like you were a grain of sand. So, she dealt with it and with Smack, who was scary as hell, yeah, but equally...interesting. And not entirely bad. At least, that's what Lacey liked to tell herself.
When she entered the room, Smack was already beating her soul into a poor, defenseless bag and Lacey tried not to grimace at, well, the sheer brutality of it. There was grace, yes, and something smooth, easy even about the way Smack moved. But she was deadly, that much Lacey was constantly reminded of. She didn't say anything at first, simply raising her wrists so that she could be released from her captivity. Vincent only glared once at her before heading for the door and Lacey made sure to flip him off. Finally, she turned her attention back to Smack, licked her lips dryly, and took a few more careful steps into the room. "So, is this gonna be the part where you have me flat on my back again or...?"
Aw, Lacey came a fake sympathetic sigh in Smack's mind. Lacey wasn't the strongest trainee under Smack's watch, but she certainly had potential and tried harder than most did. Normally the fiery fighter couldn't stand anyone she taught, mainly because they never actually tried, they more or less just threw a punch here and a kick there. On the other hand Lacey actually did attempt to fight Smack and for the most part surprisingly held her own... kind of. Smack couldn't contain her laugh at Lacey's remark.
"You're tougher than you think, one day you'll have me pinned to the floor... but today is probably not that day." Her chuckle grew in size as she let her hands fall to her sides. Walking over to the girl she gave a smile, which came off more sadistic than she meant to. "I have years of training unlike you, so of course I'm going to be a tad bit stronger." Smack brought her hand up and placed it on Lacey's shoulder in an attempt to be somewhat less menacing. "It's no secret you hate this place," scuffing she removed her hand from the girls shoulder and rolled her eyes playfully, "oh gosh all your loud groans and pestering kicking on your door. I hope you're aware that half the staff wants you dead and I'm the main reason they're keeping you alive."
Ending her last sentence she knew it was time to get to work, even though she wouldn't have minded talking a bit longer. Smack knew how important it was to train this girl well and that is what she planned on doing. "Instead of me beating your ass today how about we just work out? No point of fighting if you have no muscle to back it up." Smack walked over to the weights waiting for the other girl to follow.
As soon as Lacey heard Smack's laughter, she glowered at the taller female. Some of the other mutants thought the sound could be pretty menacing, especially when Smack gave them a smirk afterwards. It usually spelled trouble for one of them, particularly one of the hot shots who thought that today was the day they were going to actually land a blow on one of the Mutant Project's strongest weapons. They were always wrong and Smack had that same damn laugh. Luckily for Lacey, she didn't mind that sound too much. Cocky much, she thought grumpily when Smack confirmed her weakness. Not that Lacey needed to be reminded of that, she wanted to intone petulantly. She still had the healing bruises to prove it.
Still, Smack wasn't being as mean as her countenance had made her seem only a few moments prior and while the hand on her shoulder wasn't exactly comforting, it was enough to make Lacey only cast her a weary look instead of a biting remark. Luckily, Smack was moving away soon after, and so was her hand, and Lacey shifted on her feet uncomfortably. She could still feel the cool imprint of Smack's touch on her practically bare shoulder. However, she didn't have time to concern herself with body contact because another sound of amusement seemed to escape the "super soldier" as she reminded Lacey of how obvious her distaste of the facility was. It didn't make the hacker feel inclined to feel guilty for her actions. In fact, it made her smirk lightly but Smack's back was to her by that point. She was pissing everyone off. Good.
Once Smack started moving away, Lacey waited a minute before following, knowing there was no point in not going along with what Smack said to do. It was either that or being dragged back to the same four walls from before, and she definitely didn't want that. "Sure," she intoned wearily, eyeing the various equipment in the room idly. She offered the taller woman a forced cheery smile while inquiring sarcastically, "And what would you have me do first? Cough up a lung? Oooh, break my arms!?" Neither of those things sounded good in any way, but it definitely was how she felt every time she worked out with Smack and she didn't doubt that this session would leave her feeling the exact same way.
"If you don't stop whining I'll break your arms instead of the weights." Of course the intimidating brute wouldn't do such a thing without reason, and so far she didn't have one. "Working out is fun, exercising has the same chemical effects as sex." Her statement was more of a guess than a fact, but the sureness in her voice didn't let that have a chance to show.
Glancing over at Lacey, Smack quickly picked up a dumbbell and lightly threw it in her direction while making sure not to actually hit her with it. "Gosh, pick up your pace girl. With this lack of enthusiasm the directors will never let you live another week." Even though the statement was entirely true she made it sound almost as a joke, mainly because she wouldn't allow the girl to be killed. Smack didn't necessarily care an awfully big amount about the sack of potatoes she was basically trying to train, but she did care a lot about The Humanly. They may have been her enemy, though she had a deep regard for them because her old friend had.
"What I just threw at you is called a dumbbell, eh makes me kind of think of you, dumb and beautiful," after making the simple joke Smack grimaced at how horribly she had delivered it "ugh ignore what I just said. Anyways, that one ways twenty pounds. Get another one, that way you have one for both hands. Do five reps of fifty for both arms." As she spoke to Lacey, Smack picked up dumbbells for herself; both were fifty pounds and she began her own reps.
Lacey offered nothing more than a half-hearted glare in Smack's direction, but knew better than to not believe the threat. Smack hadn't done her any real harm since her capture, but that didn't mean she couldn't. She was just getting closer to the brunette when her comment on the similarity between sex and exercising, and Lacey almost guffawed, eyes near comically wide and mouth dropping open for a second because, wait - did Smack just try to make a joke? And two, she couldn't even find it in her to refute the statement because well, she had never had sex and exercise was a rare thing for a chick who spent the majority of her time in front of a computer. Still, Smack's confidence in her statement made Lacey more curious about the brunette than she actually wanted to be.
Smack still intrigued Lacey, despite the way her seeming coldness threw the hacker off initially. There was this ostensible dichotomy between the rumors surrounding Smack and her involvement with the Mutant Project, and how she acted when she was training Lacey. Was she intimidating? Of course, especially when she threw a dumbbell in Lacey's direction. And yes, of course Lacey knew what a dumb bell was. Not that dumb, she wanted to say, but it didn't come out. Was Smack also cold? Lacey didn't doubt it. Dangerous? Of course. But was she...evil? That much Lacey couldn't tell.
So caught up in her musings, Lacey was absolutely caught off guard by Smack's comment about the dumbbell...which also happened to be a compliment? Whether or not she chose for it to happen didn't matter for immediately after, Lacey's eyes widened even more and heat rushed to her cheeks, causing the diminutive brunette to tinker with the weight in her hands idly. Its slight heaviness and Smack's demand didn't make Lacey move immediately. It made her miss the outside world. The café she faithfully ordered a caramel mocha latte from every day because she would help the owner's daughter with homework. The skateboarders who decided to bounce off her van for the hell of it. Levi, Barbie, Enoch, Chelsea, Aslaugh - her freedom. She missed it all and it made her want to throw the stupid dumbbell to the ground. But Smack began her reps and Lacey sighed, walking over to get her second weight and beginning her reps as well. She had to play along with this for now. At least, until she found a way to get out.